Chapter 277

Olivia’s POV
“Are you okay?” Nora asked, her curious gaze meeting mine through the mirror as she helped me tie my hair into a bun.
I swallowed hard and sighed. “I had a dream.”
Lolita, who was straightening the sheets on my bed, looked up. “A nightmare?”
I scoffed and shook my head. “It wasn’t. In fact, it was the best dream of my life,” I admitted with a blush.
Nora smirked and winked at me through the mirror. “So why don’t you look happy?”
I frowned. What is there to be happy about? It was just a dream… but Goddess, I wished it was real.
My wolf growled approvingly in my head, and I rolled my eyes at her. Horny bitch, I muttered silently.
Just then, a knock landed on the door.
“Breakfast is served, my lady,” a maid called from outside.
I turned to Nora and Lolita. “Come with me. I want to introduce you to my brother.”
They looked at each other nervously.
“You think he’ll accept us?” Lolita asked, acting nervous.
I smiled and shook my head. “Don’t worry. Just be yourselves.”
This morning, I was dressed casually in jeans and a simple top. I wasn’t Luna anymore—no need for formal gowns.
We made our way to the dining room, and there sat Calvin, already at the table, halfway through his meal.
The moment we stepped in, his eyes shifted toward us… then landed on Nora.
I noticed it instantly—the way his gaze lingered on her. It was intense and unreadable.
I cleared my throat. “Brother,” I said, walking up to him, “these are my friends, Nora and Lolita. I’d like them to stay here with me.”
For a moment, he said nothing. He just kept staring at Nora. Not even blinking. I turned slightly to glance at her and noticed her fingers were clenched nervously at her side, her eyes lowered to the ground. She was panicking.
But then I looked back at Calvin… and what I saw surprised me.
There was no hate in his eyes.
Just a strange stillness.
After a few seconds, he gave a small nod and returned to eating without a word.
I exhaled, relieved. “Thank you, brother,” I said gently, taking my seat at the table.
Nora and Lolita bowed politely before turning to walk away. But as they did, I noticed Calvin’s gaze follow them… no, not both of them. Just Nora.
I furrowed my brow. He was staring again, his expression unreadable.
What was that look?
Before I could figure it out, a guard entered the dining room, holding a medium-sized, neatly wrapped box in his hands.
“This just arrived for Lady Olivia,” he said, stepping forward.
I stood halfway, reaching out. “For me?”
But before I could touch it, Calvin shot to his feet.
“Don’t,” he said sharply, blocking my hand. His tone was firm, protective. “Something harmful could be inside.”
I blinked at him, startled, but slowly lowered my hand. “Okay
Calvin took the box from the guard, setting it gently on the table. He inspected it carefully, then unwrapped it.
Inside was a delicate velvet pouch. He pulled it open and revealed—
A silver locket.
I gasped.
It was beautiful. The kind of jewelry I’d always admired in shop windows but never bought for myself. Simple, elegant, with a tiny sapphire set in the center.
Nestled beside it was a small folded note.
Calvin picked it up and began to read.
At first, his expression remained calm.
But then his eyes darkened.
His jaw tightened. Chapters first released on.net
And unexpectedly, he hurled the entire box across the room with a growl, the contents scattering across the floor.
I flinched. “Calvin!”
His fists clenched at his sides, his breathing heavy.
I stood, my heart racing. “What did it say?”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, seething.
“Calvin—what did the letter say?” I asked again, terrified, my heart racing.
He finally looked at me, and the anger in his eyes made me shiver.
“Last night… where were you?” Calvin asked, his voice cold.
I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest.
“Answer me, Olivia!” he growled, slamming his palm against the table so hard the plates rattled.
I flinched, my breath catching in my throat. My hands trembled as I slowly stepped toward the shattered box. The locket had rolled across the floor, but my eyes weren’t on it—they were on the letter. It had fallen open.
I picked it up, unfolding the note with shaky fingers.
“I’m sorry about last night. My wolf got out of control… it won’t happen again. I swear, I never meant to scare you. I just—being near you drives me insane, Olivia. I will get better. I’ll prove myself to you, no matter how long it takes. I love you.”
My eyes scanned to the bottom.
—Lennox.
I froze.
Calvin knew.
There was no need to hide it anymore.
I looked up, my lips parting. “Calvin… I’m sorry. I was going to tell you—”
But he cut me off, his voice rising like thunder.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
I staggered back at the weight of his anger.
“Those men—those animals—they’re the ones you can’t stay away from?” he roared. “Do you even know what they did to you?!”
My mind screamed yes. I knew it. I lived it. I survived it.
“I found out everything, Olivia!” he snarled, his eyes blazing with rage. “My investigators finally gave me the full report.”
His words struck like a blow to the gut.
“Those men rejected you. Abused you. Treated you like trash. And not just once,” he continued, his voice trembling with rage. “You nearly died because of them!”
Tears filled my eyes. My knees felt weak.
“Do you know what else I learned?” he spat. “That they made your best friend their concubine just days after getting married to you. That on your wedding night—” he broke off, rage choking him.
He looked away for a second, his fists clenching, trying to hold himself back. Then he looked at me again.
“They fucked your best friend right in front of you,” he said, his voice low and trembling with fury. “And you collapsed.”
I couldn’t breathe.
How did he know that?
I’d buried that night so deep, I thought it would never surface again.
“I wanted to kill them the moment I read that report,” he muttered, pacing furiously. “And those are the men you’re letting near you again?”
I opened my mouth to explain, but his furious eyes scanned me from head to toe.
And then they locked on my neck.
His expression changed.
Darkened.
“Are those… hickeys?”
My blood froze.
I instinctively reached up, covering my neck.
“Did you let them touch you?” he asked slowly, angrily, like the words themselves were poison in his mouth.
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t lie.
The silence gave him his answer.
Calvin’s entire face changed—his anger melting into heartbreak. When he spoke again, his voice was full of disappointment.
You let them touch you?”